Feed Into The Mayhem

He'd been fiddling with his armor again when his uncle summoned the pack for training. He wasn't sure if he was happy with the result but then again, he was always kind of a perfectionist when it came to these kinds of things. Or tried to be, anyway. His uncle was good at crafting, but the crimson male wasn't too good at it. Maybe he'd seek out the blacksmith to help him out later, but for now, he needed to get his butt to training. Dropping his stuff off in his den, he headed out to the ship to gather with the others. It didn't take him terribly long to get there, but it seemed most of the pack had beat him there. Spotting Yurei, he edged over to her and sat beside the alabaster she-wolf. "Hey Yurei, how's it going?" He flashed a grin at her, hoping to try and ease any worry she might have about this sort of training.